Working Out
by Patt Paulos-Darrow
It is time for push-ups, sit-ups and more.
I will start the count to help keep the score.
One, I adore his smile, I adore his face.
I know that I will always be in this same place.
Two, oh those eyes, bluer than mine ever could be.
And with them, he is smart enough to see.
Three, his lips, they are beautiful, so very soft.
I could die now, if I could just have him in the loft.
Four, his ears, what wonderful lobes he does own.
And with my lips, I could suck and make him groan.
Five, his neck so beautiful, so perfect in every way.
I want to mark him, what else can I say?
Six, his nipples are tempting and very nice.
I want him so bad, but at what price?
Seven, he has hair everywhere, what a thrill.
Come on, got to keep working out, I know the drill.
Eight, his belly button was showing the other night.
I wanted to touch it so badly but knew it wouldn't be right.
Nine, he wears sweats so that I can see just what he has in there.
Good God, talk about life being unfair.
Ten, his length looks pretty damn amazing.
If I get caught I can just say I am zone gazing.
Eleven, my mouth is starting to water a bit.
I need to talk to him, I am such a chicken shit.
Twelve, I can't believe I am working out, what a nut.
I could be at home staring at his gorgeous butt.
Thirteen, I am starting to get hard just thinking of him.
I have to stop myself, get a hold of yourself Jim.
Fourteen, okay, I am getting nowhere, no simple luck.
What I need from him, is his agreement to fuck.
Fifteen, harder and harder what shall I do now?
Got to take the edge off somehow.
Sixteen, don't think of his thighs, don't think of his legs.
Oh God, I think I am a goner, I think I would even beg.
Seventeen, try to get your mind out of that gutter.
Too late, my insides are turning to butter.
Eighteen, I am lost, I have to do something bold.
Because this working out business is getting old.
Nineteen, I now am thinking of what my mouth could do.
Me and Blair, what a concept, who knew?
Twenty, time to figure something out and quick.
As I am deciding this I reach down and grab my own prick.
Twenty-one, I think of him as I give it my best.
I wonder if we could make this one of Blair's tests.
Twenty-two, so close, I am having a very hard time.
Have to talk to him, have to make him mine.
Twenty-three, may as well give this up, don't you think?
As I come closer and closer to the brink.
Okay, done with this now, time to go back.
I have to ask him if we could please hit the sack.
Please, please, please, do you think this will work?
Or do you think he will look at me like I am some kind of jerk?
Well, I am now home, I have to say something smart.
I am so confused, so terrified, where do I start?
Blair, I tell him, I want you, I want your ass.
Please, please don't tell me you want to pass.
He looks up at me and starts to smile.
"Hey big guy, want to work out for a while" ?
I smile with relief, I am so turned on.
His smile alone makes me gone.
I move up to him and tell him yes, I do want to try.
And then I ask if he has ever been with another guy.
Nope, is his answer, oh Lord what do we need to discuss?
I guess I will have to be the driver, which is fine with us.
Hey we are doing fine, and he is right about the working out.
As we start sweating and panting and both screaming our shouts.
Yup, this is it for me from now on, that is no lie.
So, working out with Blair is it, now off we go again to try.
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